On November 16, Prague was also flooded with heavy snow, and everywhere was covered in snow. After the second heavy snowfall overnight, all the roads in the city were blocked by the thick snow. Some elderly people also lamented that it was rare for this snow to fall so heavily in their lives.

Because of the heavy snow, everyone avoided it, and no one knew if it would snow in the leaden sky. Everyone wants to wait until the sky clears up before clearing the snow that has piled up in front of the door, otherwise it will be another wasted day.

In front of the official residence of the Prime Minister of the Imperial Court, Wei Naxun, someone was anxiously waiting for the people inside to come out, and he was shivering from the cold, and he pressed all his hopes on the old man inside.

Probably thinking that the snow would not fall again, the gardener, who had been serving the prime minister of the court, gently pushed open the heavy door, intending to clean the snow in front of the prime minister's residence before Wei Naxon left. Unexpectedly, before he stepped out of the door, he was held down by the people waiting outside the door.

"You, what are you doing here?" The old gardener suddenly felt that the hands of the person in front of him were strong and powerful, and suddenly thought that someone might be plotting against the prime minister.

"Old man, don't panic. I'm a messenger who has just returned from the front, and I have something important to ask Master Wei Nathan! Then he let go of his hands, and the messenger almost knelt down in a sincere tone.

When he knew that the person in front of him was not a gangster, the old gardener finally breathed a sigh of relief. But then he became a little angry again: "Why do you want to find the Prime Minister as a messenger returning from the front, the Military Affairs Department is where you are going." And this early morning suddenly broke out, which was going to frighten people to death. There's nothing to leave quickly, and the Prime Minister will go out later. ”

"I beg you, I really have something important to do with Lord Weinason. "Do you think I haven't been to the military service? I went to the military office a few days ago to submit a letter asking for help, and I haven't received any receipt yet." I think the sluts in the military department have forgotten about it, so I came to the Prime Minister to help me see what happened. ”

"Then you should go to the military office and talk to those bastards who ignore you. The Prime Minister never cared about such trivial matters. The old gardener pushed away the man in front of him, picked up his broom, and tried to clear the pile of snow in front of the door.

"Oh, old man, you're ......"

"What are you yelling about?" an old voice came from inside, and then a somewhat staggering figure appeared in front of the two of them, it was Wei Naxon, the prime minister of the palace who had just risen.

"Sir, this young man said he was a messenger returning from the front, and he had to say that he was looking for you. When the old gardener saw that it was Wei Naxon, he immediately bent down and whispered.

"Where did you come from, Plivey?" Wei Nathan said, glancing at the visitor's attire. Immediately knew that he was not lying.

"I didn't come back from Plevey, but from Probez. The messenger straightened up before the court chancellor and said.

"From Probez?" Wei Nathan didn't believe his words, "how could it be Probez?"

"My lord, I didn't lie to you, I did come back from Probez. The messenger glanced at the old gardener and said warily.

Wei Naxon suddenly felt that things might be different from what he expected, and there might be unexpected changes, "Come in, come to my study, I want to know what happened to you on the Probez front." ”

In Wei Nathan's study, the messenger rubbed his hands together and enjoyed the warmth of the coal-fire. He's been getting frostbite for the past few days. The damn weather made him feel terrible. If it weren't for his physical strength, he would have collapsed a long time ago.

"Tell me what's going on at the front, and how are you Legion Commander doing?" Wei Naxon sat down and took a soft sip of hot tea.

"Captain him. Captain he ......, "The messenger was about to cry, which made the uneasiness in Wei Naxun's heart even stronger.

"Don't be in a hurry, take your time, what's wrong with you old man?"

With Wei Naxon's comfort, the messenger told him everything that had happened at the front and what had happened to him for the past few days, when he had not waited for a receipt from the Military Office.

learned that his old friend's life and death were uncertain. Wei Nason's heart was twitching. Although he had been mentally prepared for this before the troops set off, when the bad news came back. He still wasn't calm. What made him angry was that the guys from the Military Affairs Department had suppressed this matter for so many days, and he hadn't heard the relevant information when he entered the palace yesterday.

"I'd better go into the palace and ask His Majesty about it! you will stay in my house for the time being, and I will inform you when there is news." Wei Naxon began to put on a thick sweater, grabbed his crutches, and went out with his entourage.

As the snow on the street had not yet cleared, Wei Naxon dragged his old body to the palace, one foot deep and one foot shallow. This was not a short or long journey that almost cost the life of the prime minister of the palace, but in order to save the lives of his best friends and the more than 2,000 soldiers of the Second Tarak Frontier Regiment, no matter how difficult it was, he had to enter the palace.

"Oh, you're talking about Ronio's stupid defeat on the front lines again. "I know this, and the people from the Military Affairs Department have told me about it early in the morning. ”

"Your Majesty, since you all know, why don't you send reinforcements to save Ronio and them. Although Wei Naxon was prepared, he didn't expect the person in front of him to be so indifferent.

"Why should I save him?" said Mithrid II, putting down the eggs that his squire had just peeled, and said with some annoyance, "I have specially arranged a genius plan for him to destroy the hateful Bohemians in one fell swoop, but Ronio, the old bastard, has screwed it up. If it weren't for the heavy snow blocking the road, I would have sent someone to hang this stupid pig on the flagpole!"

The Prime Minister of the Palace, Wei Naxon, couldn't help but feel a chill when he heard these words, but he still insisted on the original intention when he came: "Your Majesty, even if Ronio is guilty and should be responsible for the defeat at the front, but those more than 2,000 soldiers are innocent, and we must find a way to save them." ”

"Are you interceding for them?" Wei Nason!" Misrid II slapped the table, "They are also responsible for this defeat like Ronio, and it would be a good fate for them to die on the front line for the sake of honor! God knows how much it will cost!"

Misrid II, who had learned from the Chancellor of the Exchequer, whispered: "If they can hold out until next spring, I may be able to take them in a little way." ”

Misrid II's actions sent a chill through Weinathan, and he didn't know whether to tell the messenger who was still waiting at the palace about the result. He was very worried about what would happen to the soldiers who were still holding out in Probez once the news reached him.

Compared to the cold of that winter, the indifference of King Mithrid II was even more chilling. (To be continued......)